The Devouring Demon God's countless hellish claws tore at everything around it.
But it had lost the only faith temple built on the surface. The other faith temples were still under construction and could not provide it with a steady supply of faith to replenish its power. Facing Antonio in his current state, it no longer held the overwhelming advantage it had before.
The eight serpent heads bit down on the Devouring Demon God from different directions. From time to time, great swathes of its hideous claws perished beneath the might of ice, thunder, deadwood, and petrification.
But if that was all, then for a divine-level creature, the tide of battle had merely turned in the absence of an overwhelming advantage. The Devouring Demon God gave it little thought.
During wartime, with enough believers, a temple could simply be rebuilt given time.
However!
As confusion and disbelief filled the Devouring Demon God's eyes, thousands of withered claws spread their fingers. The hideous eyes in their palms stared at the serpent's true body—the head of thunder—where a wisp of black smoke was slowly rising.
It was Antonio.
Gazing at Antonio, now transformed into black ice after shedding all his snake skin, it suddenly realized something. As if it had seen something terrifying, it stiffened, then shrieked in disbelief.
"Rebel! Shadow Demon rebels!!!"
Its hysterical screams rang out. The Demon God, which had been passively defending itself, seemed to have seen something utterly horrifying and began struggling with reckless abandon.
But the true body of the ancient Hydra had already wrapped itself around the Demon God like a beast, binding it tightly from every direction and keeping it from escaping.
"What do you want?! You filthy worm! Stop!!!"
Antonio had left his true body. In the form of black ice that poured